Eight octaves of home. A gift for Erika.
Intaglio etching of photographic transfer.
"Sound is a wave like the waves on the ocean / The moon plays the ocean like a violin"
The opening line from Andrew Bird's "Sifters" becomes the backbone of an improvisational sound sculpture. The Petrosyllabic Resonator II translates the low roar of these crashing waveforms into a shifting silica microterrain.
Two literary dictums chart the discord between time, place, and memory. Thomas Wolfe informed us that we could never go back home. William Faulkner pronounced that the past is never dead, and not even past. Taken together, these 20th century tag lines impress upon us that where we have been is at once omnipresent and unreachable.
As our instants inevitably evaporate, their coordinates wander away from the realm of tangible things, and must instead be plotted within the domain of metamorphic memory. Petrosyllabic Resonator II corrects for these distortions by using the spoken remnant of places remembered as a catalyst for the formation of new landscapes.
In his old age, photographer Aaron Siskind once quipped that “the only nature that interests me is my own.” This could reasonably be understood to mean something internal and governing (e.g. human nature), or, alternatively, it could refer to something encountered and claimed (e.g. a niche in the environment). 'Specimens' flourishes amidst this ambiguous syntax and explores a third interpretation derived from the intersection of the two alternative readings: objects observed outwardly resonate with identity felt inwardly, a person’s nature is equal parts internal and external, and the experience of a place bestows some particular species of ownership. Taking up the New Objectivity’s scalpel of unflinching observation, Specimens attempts to isolate and identify the unseen relationship between person and place.
A sculptural/musical interpretation of the distance which divides youth from adulthood. Here, this journey is presented through the linear elevation profile of the terrain which fills that divide. Traversed Mercator is both a delineation and compression of the geographical, chronological, and biographical distance between present and past.
BFA Thesis Exhibition
Every good story commences with a setting. Sequences of events may then be emplotted, draped across this backbone to weave a narrative. Spine is a scaled wireframe model of the earthen skin which blankets the sedimentary underpinnings beneath my experiences.
In searching for those formative places it became clear that these intersections between location and experience can now only be plotted in my memory.
Rip Van Winkle’s Lament is an original musical composition which has been transformed into a charcoal drawing through use of the Petrosyllabic Resonator.
A drawing device created by fitting a steel sheet onto an unused speaker. Experimental sound residues collect in charcoal powder archipelagos.
An analogy between the successively captured frames of a filmstrip and the finely flattened layers of sandstone. The image is printed across the strata such that each segment of the portrait is allied with a broad swath of recorded time.
I might teethe
sift through miles of dumpster speech
all the words I'll be
sedimentary slanted rhymes
glue this phrase
to the days I've died
With elsewhere eyes and empty pockets
I've been swindled by the mountains.
Laid beneath this overburden blanket
stitched from hours the Catskills claimed.
My moments heaped
in bedrock sheets.
My metamorphic memories.
and my stories come undone
in the same breath they’re re-spun.
Was I only every song that I have sung?
For the egoist, fossilization may be fetishized as the pinnacle of self-preservation, wherein the individual outlasts all civilizations, gods, and continents, approximating immortality. The abrasion of time is subverted, and death becomes a climactic masterwork of mark-making, imbricating man into the architecture of the Earth.
A series of portraits of friends and family. 4x5 view camera contact prints.
A series of images which explores the feeling of being swallowed/coated in earth. Photographed on the banks of Salt Creek outside Laurelville, OH.
A loom of light reflects and refracts familiar features, weaving estuarial shores of the phreatic self into the fabric of the river. An amorphous, viscous identity arises from the commingling, calling the borders of the body into dispute.
A series of observational images created to document one pair of yarn bombers who participated in the Operation Bomb Central event organized by Artworks Cincinnati.
This series of medium format images envisions the body as a tree form.
A short film to accompany "The Ballad of Love and Hate" by the Avett Brothers.
He loads his shells into his gun.
He loads his words for everyone
with unappreciated artistry.
He looks out at upholstered crowds,
and figures that loitering doubt
tastes good with vacancy.
There’s no substance to his minor chords,
and all his lyrics can afford
are drunks and apathetic friends; distant relatives.
But still he sketches out his soul in scribbles,
convinced the best mirrors are college ruled.
Synapse fire aimed at legal notepads,
Ammunition built from vocabulary.
Oh, how they’d carry the casualties
out of the range of the microphone; over the radio.
‘Cause he’s heard the radio has a personality
and he says “I could dream bigger with that kind of reach.
Oh, I’d fill 800 square miles of corn and kidney beans,
and if no one’s listening,
at least I won’t be staring at these empty seats”